New Year's Fic for emmademarais

[littlemimm]

Recipient: emmademarais
Author: sororcula
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.

Title: Let's Get It On
Pairing: Don Eppes/Billy Cooper
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 1x13 "Man Hunt"
Summary: "Guy's gotta sleep sometime," Coop had said, and Don wanted to tell him it was the perfect time to catch up, but even in the dim light of

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[emmademarais]

Bits I really liked:

"What?" he half-mumbles, voice graveled with sleep and smoke.

Jesus," he mutters again, like only God can properly commiserate with him over the pure idiocy that is Don Eppes.
(Bwahahaha! Brill!)

Suddenly Don feels himself being pressed into the seat under Coop's weight, laid out on top of him. Coop ducks his head next to Don's. "Hey," he murmurs. His breath is warm against Don's ear.

"I'm n--" Don starts, stiffening, and Coop grabs one of his wrists, bringing it over his head to lie on the headrest.

"Hey," he says again, sharper. His fingers tighten around Don's wrist. "You really need to shut up and let me sleep."
(Guh! And so Billy!)

His earring twists with the movement of Coop's tongue, and he gasps.
(OMG this was unexpectedly hot! I may need to make out with a girl who wears studs just to experience this.)

suddenly it's sex, Coop's mouth lazing up along his jaw to meet his lips in a coffeecigarettesgum kiss as Don closes his eyes.
(coffeecigarettesgum kiss FTW! Plus mouthing a jaw line? /swoons/)

It's slow and deep and almost familiar finally, the way Coop's mouth moves against his
('Almost familiar finally' might just be the three best words you wrote in this fic. The phrase says so much and is so critical to defining their relationship.)

Seven AM is still dark and painfully cold even through layered shirts and wool knit caps. They get breakfast at a drive-thru and Don watches his breath steam out in the air when he rolls down his window to take the food.

he and Coop are a good team, so a quick turn of the wheel to the right and...

He can't see them.
(MEEP!)

His lungs burn from the cold in the air.

Are you okay?" he asks, rushing over. "Did he--Fuck." He stares down at Coop, at the thick blood dripping from the hole torn in his shoulder, staining his shirt dark red and plastering the fabric to his skin, and he forgets to breathe.
(I think a lot of readers will too for a second.)

The hospital is cold and permeated with the chemical sweet smell of cleaning solution. It makes Don feel sick. Coop passed out in the ambulance and somebody said he was going into shock, so now he's been rolled into the ICU and Don has been left in the waiting room, trying not to think about how clammy Coop's skin was, pale in contrast with the blood covering his clothes.
(/shivers/)

he could barely focus, sitting next to Coop and trying to stay out of the way of the EMTs while they worked. Now he has nothing to focus on, lost in a sea of ugly upholstered chairs. There are a few other people in the room, looking upset and lost, like him, and some of them seem tired, like maybe they've been here for a few days already.

Don finds a snack machine and buys a package of cheap vanilla cookies that taste vaguely like plastic. He sits and eats them for awhile, bouncing his leg and staring at nothing. He could use a smoke

Don's not as sure as he used to be that the job is worth the risk.
(The beginning of the end foreshadowed.)

He skips the elevator and runs up through the stairwell, burning off the giddy wave of energy that came with he'll be okay. When he reaches the room, Coop's asleep, still pale but looking better, shoulder heavily bandaged and an IV stuck into his arm. Don drags a chair over from its spot in the corner and sits down next to the bed, watching Coop like he could disappear if Don looked away. Like he could die if Don wasn't there.

Don takes Coop's hand in his, running his thumb lightly over the back of it, and keeps guard.
(Aww... That's the *good* side of our PITA Don.)

Wonderful fic! Thank you again for it!

Brava!

[sororcula]

*beams*